When I was around 10 to 12 years old, I was actually very fond of reading and writing stuffs (mostly they were romantically themed LOL)

But bit by bit, my inspiration was buried into the back of my mind, with a loss for words and ideas, it was like I was an airhead who put in a lot of effort but with no doubt, nothing comes out.

I don't know if it was my calling but little by little, I have started to incline myself yet again to one of my passions, literature. I was able to read English novels again (I find it hard the past few years maybe because I was so busy or I just didn't have the heart at all).

I was also able to write one poem again (that was out of depression actually. LOL.), and that was one big step for me, thinking that I have long forgotten how it feels like having a writing instrument in my hand which spills out what I have in mind.

For that, I was really ecstatic. Like a water in a bottle, emotions can be contained and if we need to pour some of it once in a while for those emotions not to burst in an unpleasing manner. Words are also an artistic expression of oneself. If you are so afraid as to say what's on your mind, try conveying it in another set of words, and instead of saying it, which may make people forget, write it, and build memories of your own or create an inspiring future; not only for yourself, but for all the world to see :)

Well, for this, I congratulate myself, for having found another lost part of me :D